Episode 1213 - Elementary School Musical

Cast:

Stan
Kyle
Cartman
Kenny
Bridon
Scott Malkinson
Jason
Butters
Clyde
Craig
Jimmy
Wendy
Bebe
Heidi
Millie
Red
Lola
Female CPS Agent and Male CPS Agent (Mr. Kelly)
Mr. Garrison
Mr. Garrett
Mr. Mackey
Mr. and Mrs. GŁermo


[South Park Elementary School Cafeteria, lunchtime. The boys are in the center table once again, with the girls off to screen right. This time there are ten boys present, five on each side. On the left are Butters, Kyle, Stan, Cartman, and Kenny. On the right are Clyde, Craig, Jimmy, Token, and Jason]
Cartman:Hahahahaha, look at Kenny's lunch A baloney sandwich and water! Hahaha, Goddamn your family's poor, dude. [Kenny indeed has a plain bologna sandwich and a glass of water.]
Butters:Hey, you fellas wanna see High School Musical 3 tonight? Bunch of kids from school are gonna see it again.
Kyle:What's High School Musical 3?
Clyde:You know, the sequel to High School Musical 1 and 2.
Stan:What's High School Musical 1 and 2?
Cartman:There's not, there's not even condiments on his baloney sandwich!
Jason:What's High School Musical 1 and... Dude, it's only the most popular thing with kids in our age group!
Jimmy:Yeah. Where the hell have you guys ...been?
Craig:Peru.
[At the table behind the second row of boys, the girls begin to laugh]
Bebe:And then I saw High School Musical 3 again on Friday, and guess who was there? Bridon GŁermo.
Millie:Bridon GŁermo? Oh he's such a dream!
Red:I'd give anything to be with Bridon GŁermo, but he'd never go for me. I'm nobody.
Wendy:That's not true, Red. Everyone has something that maikes them unique.[stands on the bench in place]

Everyone is special in their own way.
Move to the beat and let your spirit out! [the girls begin to snap their fingers]

Bebe:As long as we got each other, we'll never have any trouble.
Girls' Table:That's what being friends is about. [Cue full instrumentation] (Oh ye-ah) [the girls stand on the benches and face the boys]
Everyone is special in their own way, and we'll always be together as one.
Cartman:[puzzled] What the hell are they doing?
Girls' Table:- Together as one -
Stan:I have no idea. [the other bays turn in their seats to get a better view]
Girls' Table:As long as we stick together, together we'll stay.
And every kid in school is special in their own way.
Cartman:Dude, girls are such fags. [suddenly, Clyde, Craig, Jimmy, Token, and Jason leave the table and join the girls]
Kids:Oh yeah oh yeah!
Boys:[Dancing] Boys... are special in their own way.
Girls:[Dancing] Girls... are special like a birthday.
Kids:We'll always be dancing and singing aloud. Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!
Heidi:Here he comes. [the boys make way for a new boy, who dances towards the camera]
A Boy:I like havin' fun in the hot summer sun
And groovin' to the beat when my homework is all done. (yeah!)
If you ask me what I know, then you know what I will say?
That every single body is special in their own way.
Stan:[while the boy is singing] Who's that?
Butters:Why that's Bridon GŁermo. He's just a third grader, but he can sing and dance better than anybody.
Bebe:[swooning, walks over to the boys] He's already seen High School Musical 3 over a hundred times.
Kids:Everyone is special in their own way
Bridon:Special in their own way!
Kids:To the beat just let your spirit out
Bridon:Let it out party people!
Kids:As long as we have each other, then let us let it show.
That this is what being friends is about.
Kyle:Are we the only ones here who are completely confused?
Stan:Yeah, I guess we'd better check that movie out...
[Stan's house. The boys are watching High School Musical. They're watching a musical sequence with all singing and dancing on tables and up and down stairs. It's quite an elaborate presentation]
Singers:You've gotta go with the status quo if you wanna be a regular Joe. (come on now)
And your dreams are only a beat away; don't let 'em tell you no. (tell you no-o-o)
You've gotta go with the status quo. Keep singing 'bout the status quo (keep singing 'bout the status)
That's the place we know (get down now)
We're all in our high school dancing on tables singing 'bout what we know (singing 'bout what we know)
We've gotta go with the status quo, go with the status quo. (go with the status)
Go with the status quo (go with the status quo). That's where we should go. (Go there now)
Copies of pop songs packaged by Disney and turned into a show (into a show).
That's the status quo! That's the status quo (That's the status quo) That's the status quohh!
That's the place we know (get down now)
We're all in our high school dancing on tables singing 'bout what we know (singing 'bout what we know)
We've gotta go with the status quo, go with the status quo. (go with the status)
Go with the status-
[During this number, the following conversation takes place. At first the boys are silently watching the TV, then]
Cartman:This... is cool? [a couple walks off with its lunches] This... is cool. We are really old, you guys. [silence follows for a few seconds, then Stan holds up the DVD case]
Stan:Says this DVD sold more copies than any DVD ever made.
Kyle:They just released part 3 in theaters and it made 80 million opening weekend.
Cartman:Well, I'm out guys. [get up from the sofa, puts on his jacket, and heads for the front door] If this is what's cool now, I think I'm done. I no longer have any connection to this world. I'm gonna go home and kill myself. Goodbye, friends.
Stan:I don't care how popular being like these kids becomes, I'm not doing it.
Kyle:I'm not doing it either. Kenny?
Kenny:(No way in Hell I'm doing it.)
Stan:All right, do we promise? We have to swear to each other right now we'll never become this. [holds up his right hand. Kyle holds his right hand up as well, and Kenny holds up his left]
Kyle:I swear
Kenny:(I swear too.)
Stan:Okay, good.
[South Park Elementary, Garrison's class. Kids begin taking their seats. Stan is writing something as Cartman come in and sits down]
Cartman:Ehhhhhhh. [Stan stops writing]
Kyle:What happened? I thought you were gonna kill yourself.
Cartman:I tried. Went to sleep in my mom's car in the garage with the engine turned on.
Stan:But you didn't die?
Cartman:...Frickin' hybrids, man. They just don't do the job anymore. [The bell rings and Mr. Garrison walks in with his books]
Mr. Garrison:All right, kids in seats, kids in seats. [the last few kids take their seats] Today we are going to discuss the Berlin Wall. [He writes "Berlin Wall" on the chalkboard] This was a wall in Germany that separated the Communist east side and the Democratic west side.
Wendy:[stands up on the seat of her desk] East side, west side, whatever side that you're on. [some kids begin to snap their fingers]
Bebe:As long as we care about each other we can still have some fun.
Kyle:Aw man.
Class:Don't sweat what you might get by assuming the other side as a threat
Mr. Garrison:[beaming] Oh, you kids. [Stan buries his face in his hand]
Class:Each side is right or wrong, we've gotta learn to all get along.
Bridon:[enters the classroom] East side, west side, doesn't matter to me.
We've gotta learn to power through, set each other free.
Wendy:We don't care what other people wear or the way they like to syle their hair. [Stan looks at them both and begins to worry that Bridon might sweep her away]
Bridon, Wendy:Each side is right or wrong, we've gotta learn to all get along.
Class:East siiide, west siiide, east siiide...
Cartman:[looking around and getting pissed off] God this SUUUCKS!
[The hallway, later on. Wendy's at her locker putting some books away. Stan is far enough away that she doesn't notice him, but he's watching her. Jimmy walks up to him]
Jimmy:Do you feel like maybe you're l l losin' her, S Stan?
Stan:I don't know. There's nothin' I can do about it anyway.
Jimmy:M Maybe you should just talk to her. You know, a little conversation. Tell her... what you feel. Sometimes you feel like there's a b burnin' inside you, like-
Stan:Stop. [holds his left hand out, palm out, for emphasis, and walks away. Jimmy stops singing]
Jimmy:Alrighty then.
Stan:[walks up to Wendy] Uh, Wendy?
Wendy:[looks at him] Hey Stan.
Stan:Look, I just want you to know, if you want to, you know, be with that Bridon kid, then you should.
Wendy:What?
Stan:I mean, I see the way you two are together and I don't wanna be in your way.
Wendy:Stan, that's ridiculous.
Stan:It is?
Wendy:I would never leave you for Bridon.
Stan:[brightens up] Really?
Wendy:No way. That's be stupid. I wouldn't have a chance with Bridon; he can be with any girl he wants. [shuts her locker and walks away, kissing Stan on the left cheek. Jimmy arrives two second later]
Jimmy:There you go. Feel better, eh-p pal? [Stan stays quiet]
[Stan walks through some double doors and continues down the hallway. The doors close behind him]
Stan:What am I supposed to do? Can't just sit back and watch some kid steal my girlfriend away. [at an intersection he takes a left turn] I mean, Wendy said she'd never leave me for him. [kids appear behind him and follow him] But what if she just doesn't wanna hurt my feelings? She said he could get any girl he wants, and that means if he wanted, he could have my girl. [the kids begin to snap their fingers] This is all so crazy. I mean really, how could my day get any worse? [noticing the finger-snapping, he stops walking and looks around. The kids wait for him to start singing] No-no, no, I'm not doing it! I'm not doing it!
Kids:Awww. [murmurs follow]
Stan:No, fuck off. I'm not doing it.
Kids:Awww. [more murmurijg. As they disperse, Butters walks up to Stan]
Butters:Awww jeez, you're no fun. [turns right and walks away. At the other end of the hall, Bridon rounds a corner and dances down the hallway in Stan's direction]
Bebe:Hey Bridon.
Bridon:Hey.
Lola:Hi Bridon
Bridon:Hi.
Heidi, Millie:Hey Bridon.
Stan:[now hiding behind a corner. Bridon passes by him unaware] Hey, kid, over here. [Bridon looks around and finds Stan, then walks over to him] Hey, uh, listen. You know this whole singing and dancing thing you do? I think you need to uhb, ease off a little bit.
Bridon:Huh?
Stan:Yeah, look, I I know you think the kids in school like you, but, actually they're all getting really annoyed.
Bridon:They are?
Stan:Yeah. You don't know 'cause you're just a third grader, but, take it from me, [gets stern] you're driving everyone crazy.
Bridon:I don't blame 'em. All that singing and dancing? I can't stand it.
Stan:You don't like doing it?
Bridon:It just isn't me. What I really wanna do is just... play basketball.
Stan:Basketball?
Bridon:I love it! Always have. I never miss a game on TV ...when my dad isn't making me rehearse. I'd love to quit singing and dancing forever and just... play ball.
Stan:Dude, you should do that! You should join the basketball team, right now!
Bridon:I can't.
Stan:[firmly] Yes, you can. What's stopping you?
Bridon:[sighs deeply] It's my dad. He thinks basketball is for sissies. If I don't do what he wants, he beats me.
Stan:No, dude, listen, you need to take a stand and tell your dad what you want!
Bridon:Really?
Stan:When you grow up and you're a fourth grader, you'll understand that you have to be tough and direct with your parents. Go to your dad and tell him you wanna give up singing and dancing, and join the basketball team.
Bridon:You know, you're right. I'm gonna talk to my old man tonight. [walks away]
Stan:[proud of himself] Sweet.
[Bridon's hosue, night. He's seated at table for dinner. His mom enters the dining room with the main dish, a casserole. The dining room is lined with posters from various musicals - Phantom of the Opera, Mamma Mia... Felines. A full-length mirror is also present]
Mrs. GŁermo:Sit up properly, Bridon. You know how strict your father is about posture. [serves out the casserole] All right dear, dinner's ready!
Mr. GŁermo:[struts in, checks himself out in the mirror, and takes his seat at the head of the table] Okay, let's eat.
Bridon:Dad, I need to talk to you about somethin'.
Mr. GŁermo:Ooo, that sounds emotional! [holds his hand against his ear to listen better] What is it son? What's on your mind? Whatever it is, you know your dad has the time.
Bridon:No, Dad, can we just talk?
Mr. GŁermo:If you can talk it, you can sing it. [gets up and dances to the mirror again] You can lay down the rhythm and bring it! Just put a melody to the words that you're sayin' and sing the beat-
Bridon:Dad, I want to join the basketball team. [his Dad is upset. He turns around and faces Bridon]
Mr. GŁermo:What did you say?
Bridon:This kid at school today told me I should do what I wanna do. That's what I really wanna do.
Mr. GŁermo:Basketball?? No son of mine is going to be a sweaty little jock!
Bridon:But Dad, it's what I really want.
Mr. GŁermo:There's no singing and dancing in basketball!
Bridon:I know. That's kind of why I like it.
Mr. GŁermo:Don't you even think about it! If I had a jock for a son, I'd be the laughingstock of the men's choir club.
Bridon:It's my life, Dad!
Mr. GŁermo:Don't make me slap you! [raises his right hand up, ready to slap] I will slap your face so superhard... [Bridon quickly leaves the table and his dad sits back down] I am the man of this house! You disrespect me and you're gonna get slapped!
Mrs. GŁermo:Maybe you should let him try it.
Mr. GŁermo:What did you say, woman?!
Mrs. GŁermo:You aren't being fair.
Mr. GŁermo:That's it! I'm gonna slap you!
Mrs. GŁermo:No, please.
Mr. GŁermo:[begins to sing and slap] I slap you!
Mrs. GŁermo:Ahh!
Mr. GŁermo:I slap you!
Mrs. GŁermo:Ohh!
Mr. GŁermo:I slap slap slap you!
Mrs. GŁermo:Dohh!
Mr. GŁermo:Slapping you slapping you silly 'cause you disrespected meee.
Mrs. GŁermo:Ooohohoo.
[South Park Elementary. The four boys approach the school]
Cartman:You guys, I need to copy your math homework before class.
Kyle:You're not copying my homework, you lazy turd.
Cartman:Fuck you, Kyle! [upon entering the building, they are met by a pre-class musical production]
Kids:And you know, we're together at school again.
Jimmy:School again
Stan:Aww!
Kids:With all of our friends, and you know, we'll be dong this forever.
Cartman:Oh God, shut up!
Kids:Together at school again. What a special day.
Cartman:Shut. Up. Shut. Up. Shut. Uuup!
Kids:We could say that neverrrrrrrrrrr
Goes away.
[The school bell rings and everyond goes to class. Stan catches up to Bridon]
Stan:Hey kid, what happened?! I th-I thought you didn't wanna sing and dance anymore?!
Bridon:Yeah, well, my dad blew a gasket when I told him and, then he beat my mom.
Stan:Dude, what did I tell you?! You have to be tough and stand up for yourself! [sees someone down the hall] Mr. Garrett, Mr. Garrett. [Mr. Garrett is eating an apple. He's the school coach] This kid wants to join the basketball team. He's really good.
Mr. Garrett:Really?
Bridon:[looks down and away] Look, I should be getting to class.
Mr. Garrett:Hey, we sure could use you, kid. I could never find enough kids that wanna play ball. All the cash in the school funding go to the theater department.
Stan:You see? They need you. This is fate, kid, fate.
Bridon:I don't know...
Mr. Garrett:Look, just come in at recess and shoot some ball with the team.
Stan:Yeah, just go in at recess and shoot some ball with the team, Goddamnit!
Bridon:Okay.
[Recess. The basketball team is assembled in the school gym. Bridon is at the free-throw line and shoots]
Mr. Garrett:Aayy, that's great, Bridon.
Bridon:Thanks.
Jason:We might have a chance at winning now. [the doors open at the far end of the gym and Mr. GŁermo enters]
Mr. GŁermo:Bridon! What are you doing here? What are you doing here? Bupow! Bupow! Bupow!
Bridon:Dad, I was just messin' around.
Mr. GŁermo:I drove by the school and saw kids on the playground doing a music number and you weren't there! You're here in the sports gym shooting basket hoops!
Mr. Garrett:Ey, your kid is really good at this.
Mr. GŁermo:Don't talk to me, stupid jock asshole! [Bridon puts his ams up in self-defense]
Mr. Garrett:Just... go easy on him, huh?
Mr. GŁermo:[gasps, then raises his right hand up to strike] You know what this means? It means you're about to get slapped, so you'd better shut up!
Mr. Garrett:If he wants to play ball, you should let him.
Mr. GŁermo:I'll do it! I'll slap the shit out of you!
Mr. Garrett:He's just a kid
Mr. GŁermo:[slap] You don't tell me how to raise my son! I'll slap it again. [slap]
Bridon:Dad, stop!
Mr. GŁermo:You're trying to turn my son into a little asshole sports person like yourself [slaps with his left hand this time] There, there's another slap! Maybe you'll think next time you act, you- [right-hand slap] Slap it, I'll slap it! [left-hand slap. He then pulls Bridon out of the gym.]
Bridon:Oh, Dad. Dad, you're hurting me.
Mr. GŁermo:Shut up, Bridon! [as he reaches the doors, they open and Mr. Mackey appears]
Mr. Mackey:Uh, what's going on here, Mr. GŁermo?
Mr. GŁermo:Get out of my way, Mackey. You wanna piece of this?! [Mackey doesn't reply, but he slaps him anyway] I'll slap everyone in this Goddamned school if I have to! [exits the gym, but returns to slap Mackey again, then leaves again]
[In the hallway, father and son hurry along.]
Mr. GŁermo:You are never going to play shooting hoops, do you understand?! [Stan watches them walk by, his plan dashed] You are going to sing and dance and be the best at it!
Bridon:You're hurting my arm.
Mr. GŁermo:Stupid-ass boy!
Stan:[sighs deeply] Hah shit.
[Kyle's house. Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny are playing a video game.]
Cartman:Oh that's good that's good. Yeah. Shoot that guy in the face, Kyle. [Stan walks into the living room and stands to one side of the sofa] Yeah, nice.
Stan:You guys, this High School Musical thing isn't gonna go away. I think we'd better just get on board with it.
Kyle:What?? Are you crazy?
Cartman:No way dude.
Kyle:We promised each other we would never do that, remember?
Kenny:(Yeah.)
Stan:I know, but... I think we're really starting to become outcasts at school. We're losing all our credibility. I mean, look at who you guys are hanging out with now. Scott Malkinson, for Christ's sake.
Scott:What's so bad about hanging out with me?
Cartman:Shut up, Scott Malkinson. "I'm Scott Malkinson. I've got a lisp and I've got diabetes."
Scott:Hey, don't make fun of my diabetes!
Cartman:"Don't make fun of my diabetes, I'm Scott Malkinson." [Kenny laughs]
Stan:You can rip on him, but you guys are hainging out with him. Doesn't that make you think maybe your clout at school has slipped a little?
Kyle:Stan, you're just jealous of that third grader and you think Wendy's gonna go for him unless you start singing and dancing too.
Kenny:(Yeah!)
Stan:That isn't true! [no one challenges] Okay, that's totally true. But you guys, we are at risk of becoming the unpopular kids
Scott:Hey, that was supposed to be my powerup pack.
Cartman:"That was supposed to be my powerup pack, I'm Scott Malkinson and I have diabetes."
[The GŁermo house, living room, night. Bridon looks out the window as his father dances to High School Musical on screen]
Mr. GŁermo:Yadada yadada yadada dadadadada High School Musical is so awesome. [the doorbell rings and Mr. GŁermo pauses the video and prances to the door. He opens it and two adults appear]
Male CPS Agent:Mister... GŁermo?
Mr. GŁermo:[barks] What?
Male CPS Agent:[shows his official badge] We're from Child Protective Services. [puts it away] There's some concerm you might be physically abusing your child?
Mr. GŁermo:What?? Who the hell's been saying that?!
Female CPS Agent:We got a phone call from a concerned student who wishes to remain anonymous.
Male CPS Agent:His name is Stan Marsh.
Mr. GŁermo:You'd better just turn your asses around and get back in your little car, 'cause there's a world o'hurt about to come your way!
Male CPS Agent:Mr. GŁermo, we need to come in and have a word with your son.
Mr. GŁermo:[performs a sweeping gesture to usher them in] Oh, by all means. You got the balls to come in here?! Do it! Do it! [the agents enter and walk over to Bridon]
Male CPS Agent:Hello. Bridon, my name is Mr. Kelly. [Mr. GŁermo sneaks up behind him, ready to slap him at any moment] We just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes if that's okay and just maybe. [Mr. GŁermo whistles, Mr. Kelly turns around, and Mr. GŁermo slaps him]
Mr. GŁermo:Yeah! There it is! Slapped you! You probably think I'm finished, huh?! [slap] NO, there's another one!
Female CPS Agent:Oh my God!
Mr. GŁermo:[moves over to the female agent] Don't worry, bitch, I didn't forget about you! [slaps her] There's a slap for you! [thee slaps follow] Slap slap slap! [slaps Mr. Kelly three more times] Yeah, there you go! [slaps the female agent again] Here's a little reach around the back of the head slap! [slaps the female agent, then slaps Mr. Kelly. Mrs. GŁermo rushes in to intervene and take the slaps]
Mrs. GŁermo:Oh God, please, you have to get away! He'll never stop! [he slaps her seven times]
Mr. GŁermo:Awww. I'm going slap-happy! [chases after the agents and slaps them sevreal more times before they finally reach their car] I'm going slap, slap happy! Slappity slappin' you, teachin' you a lesson for coming in my house! [the agents pull away quickly. He notices his next door neighbor looking on from his own doorway] What are you looking at, Robertson? [in a flash he slaps Robertson three times, and just as quickly he's back inside his house and closes the front door.]
[South Park Elementary, next day, hallway. Bebe has something to say.]
Bebe:They're here! The audition results for the school musical are in! [the kids react and gather round the results sheet on the bulletin board. Butters is on a stool checking out the results for everyone]
Butters:Here, you got the lead, Wendy. [the girls congratulate her and Wendy says something in reply]
Clyde:Who's in the male lead?
Butters:No surprise there. It's Bridon. [the boys and a few girls congratulate Bridon, who stays quiet] I get to be a stand-in! [moments later Wendy catches up to Bridon. Stan looks on from a distance]
Wendy:Congratulations, Bridon. Guess we'll be working a lot together.
Bridon:[not enthused] Yeah, great.
Stan:Goddamnit! [walks away. Next scene is him walking down the hall] No matter what I do, this kid just won't stop. [some kids look at him and decide to follow] And now they're gonna be in a show together? Jesus it's all over for me. [the kids begin to snap their fingers] They'll probably even have a kissing scene. What did I do to deserve this? And what am I suppose to do now? [he stops, the kids stop walking but continue snapping their fingers. Soon they smile in anticipation...]

Sooooomeooooone's in the kitchen with Dinah [the kids' anticipation fades. Stan isn't singing as they'd hope he would]
Someone's in the kitchen, I know.
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strummin' on the old banjo and go and
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o. [Wendy, Bebe, and some other kids arrive]
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Strumming on the old banjo jo jo...

Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Her ole gray goose is...

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to...

[no one is making a sound. Stan puts his hands in his pockets, hangs his head, then turns left and walks away]

[The GŁermo house, night. Mr. GŁermo is getting ready for bed... in an unusual way.]
Mr. GŁermo:You hear the rhythm. Now is the time, the tiiiiime. It's time to go to bed. It's time to call it a day. You can reach the stars and-
Mrs. GŁermo:[enters in a panic] Oh please. You have to do something.
Mr. GŁermo:What... are you interrupting me for?!
Mrs. GŁermo:It's our son, he's... he's running away.
Mr. GŁermo:What?? [rushes downstairs and stops with flair behind Bridon, who's steps away from the front door] What's going on here, what's this all about? [brings his arms up and out, pointing to Bridon at the end with his left hand] What do you think you're do-oing?
Bridon:Dad, I'm sick of you trying to always-
Mr. GŁermo:Nono! Sing it!
Bridon:[throws his duffle bag down] No! I'm sick of singing!
Mr. GŁermo:Can you believe it? What'd he just say? What's the matter with kids these days? [fixes his gaze on his wife, who's terrified for a bit.]
Mrs. GŁermo:[slowly, carefully] Kids these days.
Mr. GŁermo:Kids these days! [Bridon ignores him and opens the door. His father flies through the air and slams the door shut with his body] Unh unh unh! Just go right back to your room and sing a ballad, mister!
Bridon:Just let me go.
Mr. GŁermo:Go ahead. Make my day. [gets down on his left knee and threatens] You get upstairs, or I will slap you until there's little red hand prints all over face! [Bridon smacks him on the nose] Ow! [covers his nose and stands up] Oh my God what was that?? [runs to his wife] Did you see that?? Oh my God it hurts so bad! [she smacks him harder] Ow. What the h is going on?! [she smacks him again, and he runs off, crying. Bridon looks on in awe] What are you doing?? Everyone's crazy!
[Stan's house, same night. He's on the sofa immersing himself in the High School Musical movies. Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and Scott enter.]
Kyle:Well I had to see it to believe it!
Cartman:I told you guys. He's been watching High School Musical over and over again.
Stan:Actually, this is High School Musical 2. It has a dance-along part.
Kyle:We said we wouldn't be a part of this fad and look at you!
Kenny:(Yeah, look at yourself, dude.)
Stan:Look, you guys might be fine with being outcasts and hanging out with Scott Malkinson, but I'm not!
Kyle:You know what? At least Scott Malkinson has some self-respect! At least Scott Malkinson doesn't cave into peer pressure and start doing musicals!
Stan:Scott Malkinson has a lisp and diabetes! Nobody's gonna let him do a musical!
Scott:'At's enough, you guysth, it's not cool. Lots of kids have diabetes, and you shouldn't be-
Cartman:You shouldn't pick on kids with diabetes, that's not cool. I'm Scott Malkinson.
Stan:Look, guys. [gets off the sofa and walks away from the other boys]The world is changing. We can't fight it, we have to change with it. I've been watching these movies, and from the looks of it, there's gonna be a lot more singing and dancing when we get to high school. [turns around to face them] And if you think we'll gain respect by ignoring this thing and being individuals, then think about this: right now, [points to them] everyone thinks Butters is waaay cooler than any of you.
Cartman:That's a low blow, Stan.
[South Park Elementary, day, the school gym. A basketball game is in progress, five on five. Mr. Mackey and Mr. Adler are doing play-by-play. "Rock & Roll Part II" plays from the speakers]
Mr. Mackey:Third team foul on Westchester Bobcats, m'kay. Ball goes back over to the Cows.
Mr. Garrett:All right, you ready to get in there, Bridon?
Bridon:[approaches wearing #11] I'm ready, coach.
Mr. Garrett:Give 'em hell! [Bridon goes in and faces off against the Bobcats' #9. He tosses the ball over to #7, Bradley, and then notices his parents on the bleachers. His mom waves hi, his dad looks away displeased.]
Mr. Mackey:Just a minute to go in the first quarter. [Bridon gets the ball back and shots from the top of the key for a 3 pointer. Everyone applauds him, but his father still isn't looking at him. Mr. GŁermo does, however, notice the crowd's excitement and soon gets into it himself. The song changes to "We Will Rock You" and the crowd gets into that with two stomps and a clap. Mr. GŁermo joins right in]
[South Park, next day. The kids are milling around the entrance, so classes haven't started yet.]
Bebe:Hey Bridon, how come you weren't at musical rehearsal last night?
Bridon:I joined the basketball team. I gave up singing and dancing forever. I'm just not into it.
Wendy:You gave it up?
Stan:[walks into view with the other three boys] That's right. You know, sometimes you have to go with what your heart tells you. There's things we're all good at. And we just can't keep them bottled up inside. [music beginsn to play]

'Cause you gotta do what you wanna do.
Don't let noihin' get in your way, chase your dream every day. [walks up to a boy and girl]
True, girl, you know it's true,
that if you really wanna be you, you've gotta do what you wanna do. [walks back to Bridon]

He was unhappy 'cause he just wanted to play ball

Cartman:[approaches two other kids] But he finally got the courage to answer his heart's call.
Stan:Just like me, all I ever wanted was to sing and dance.
And now that I stood up for my dream I finally have the chance. [the four boys form a chorus line and dance]
Boys:You've gotta do what you wanna do. Even if other people don't really want you to. [Kyle whips off his hat while approaching two girls]
True, girl, you know it's true, [returns to the chorus line] that the thing you wanna do is the thing that you should do. [Kyle dances away to two other girls]
Kyle:Some kids think I'm strange because I like studying for an exam
But I don't let that bother me, because it's who I am. [Cartman dances over to two kids]
Cartman:And I like nothin' better than makin' fun of Jews.
And ripping off black people, though some people think it's rude, but you gotta [rejoins the chorus line with Kyle]
Boys:Do what you wanna do.
Just make sure that what you're doing is what's cool and popular with everyone
Chew, baby, chew and chew.
When you're eating turkey, if eating turkey is what you wanna do.
Bebe:[arrives with Wendy, Red, and another girl during the song] Hey Bridon, can we watch you practice basketball
Bridon:Uhh, sure. [the girls follow him to the gym. The other students go their separate ways.]
Kyle:Do what you please, don't have restraint.
Cartman:Don't stress about it or you just might faint.
Kenny:(mph mfmfmf mph mph mph mph)
Stan:Try to do what you wanna do!
Boys:Do what you wanna do.
As long as what you wanna do is what everybody wants you to.
Glue, baby, buy some glue
Just in case if what you're doin' [Stan continues singing, they all keep dancing]
Stan:involves eating chips and glue!
Scott:Hey guys. Hey guys! [all stop. Stan looks around and doesn't seen anyone else]
Stan:Huh? [the other boys turn around]
Kyle:Where did everybody go?
Scott:The girls all wanted to go watch 'at Bridon kid practice basketball.
Stan:But the girls like singing and dancing.
Scott:No, I think the girls just like that Bridon kid, no matter what he does.
Stan:But... No, we just... No, no wait. We just got good at this. Aww.
[End of Elementary School Musical.]